In Other Words/To the Wind

by Franklin P. Adams

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To the Wind: After Gilbert’s “To the
Terrestrial Globe”

Also after two slumberless nights.

 

Blow on, thou wind, blow on!Across, up, down the Drive,Blow on!What though I toss till half-past five?What though I have a charge to keep?What though I ululate and weep?What though I cannot get to sleep?  Never you mind!Blow on!

Blow on, thou wind, blow on!Across my little bedBlow on!It’s true there’s aching in my head;It’s true my room is twenty-two;My feet are numb; my lips are blue—But please don’t let that worry you!  Never you mind!Blow on—[It blows on.]